Thames Poet Poem by Douglas Scotney
Thames Poet
Brought up by the banks of the Thames,
a poet would always say 'James' like 'gems'.
Her straight-haired son she called that -
and Jules and Julius -
and all the precious stones.
'Garnet, yes; and Opal's okay, '
James would say;
but his hair would curl
when she called him Ruby or Pearl.
Thursday, July 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,language,name
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4/28/2024 12:36:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely poem that really sparkles!